Sherlock preferences/one shots (request closed)

Sherlock: It had been days since you talked to Sherlock, and in those days you dont think your phone stopped buzzing once. Call, after call,  until what you assumed was your voice mail running out of storage.  You wept at first but now you were done with tears you didn't seem to have any left. You were numb. You were numb because he never listened to you, and because you were stupid enough to walk away. Walk away from the one you love most of all, and who loves you the most. You decided you have to grow up and face the world again.  Forcing yourself up out of bed to walked slowly to the door. Opening it you saw something on the ground. That something you discovered was Sherlock. "S-Sherlock", your voice came out hoarse and dry from crying. He looked up instantly and you noticed his cheeks were tear stained and his body was shaking. "How long have you been out here", you asked helping him up, "come on lets go inside." He stumbled through the door with your help. "Im sorry for not listening to you I love you I just I", Sherlock rambled." I know I know I love you too", you said wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms gripped you tight and he spent the whole day like that whispering apologies in your ear. It took some time but you forgave him.

John: After awhile the knocking woke you up. "What do you want John", you growled through the door. "Babe please open the door", John called, he sounded like he'd been crying. You didn't respond just slid down the door leaning against it listening to him mumbling to himself. Eventually you opened the door and he looked like a kicked puppy. "Im not asking you to never see him again John... Could you just try to make a little time for me", your voice cracked near the end sending a few tears down your cheeks. "Oh (Y/N), I guess I just didn't realise I was hurting you, ni cases for the rest of the week", John declared. "No, no I couldn't-", you were cut off as John picked you up and placed you on the bed. "I insist", he mumbled crawling under the covers and pulling you close.

Lestrade: You didn't go home after your performance that night. Greg knew how hard you worked if he didn't show up then you won't show up at home. Thats what you had decided two days ago. Know your sitting on the park bench where you and Greg had your first date. Wringing your hands nervously he texted you, wanted to meet you here. You hear quiet footsteps approach you, your whole body tenses as he nears. "Look I know that-", you cut him off. "Do you really know", you growl. "No I guess I don't know", he said sitting down next to you. Greg takes your hands in his and looks you in the eye,"But I do know something I love you, so so so much and nothing will ever change that. I know I missed something important to you but its the first and last time that ever happens. I...your my everything and I love you." You tear up and shake slightly, diving into his arms and his arms wrap tight around you. "I love you Greg so much", you whispered laying your head on his shoulder.

Mycroft: Mycroft texted you for the 100th time to come home and you decided to humor him. "Hey, have you grown up yet?", you call walking into his house. He stumbles into view, his hair a mess, his clothes disheveled, and his eyes bloodshot. Your jaw drops, he is always in pristine condition no matter what and now to see him like this, you were shocked. "I couldn't f-find you and I-I didn't know what happened", he stuttered. "Oh baby, come here", you say walking towards him with your arms open. You hug him tight and run your fingers through his hair and standing there you knew nothing no matter what happened you would always have Mycroft and he would always have you. 

Moriarty: He had to be standing there for hours knocking on your door and calling your name, begging you to let him in. You sat on the opposite side of the door, you cried for a while but you ran out of tears. It really did hurt you how obsessed with Sherlock he was. It hurt that he cared more about where Sherlock was running off to rather than you and how you were feeling. "you know I'm sorry (Y/N)", he whispers through the door, bringing you out of your thoughts, "I just get carried away sometimes and believe me when I say I love you, and I promise I don't say that to mamy people." "I know", you whisper opening the door and letting his arms surround you.

A/N: sorry for two things ok; one I'm sorry its been a while for updates I truly feel awful,  two im so so sorry that these are crapy preferences I just really wanted to update. Ok so Im working on two one shots right now, look forward to that. I love you guys (sorry again this sucks) byeee